Eric and I have made a deal. My writing productivity wanes during the summer months, mainly because I hate, hate, hate the heat. I don’t much care for AC either because it leads me into terrible sour-throated colds. It’s a lose-lose situation. So, for the summer, I “have permission” to “goof-off” as long as the AC is off. If I turn on the air, I gotta write. It’s an interesting set-up and we will see how long it lasts…
My first “goof-off” session will be more web page improvements. I fiddled with my Rifts page this weekend and decided the frames aren’t going to work. So I need to change that. Also considering redesigning my meager gaming-ish page. And still wanting to change my poetry page. *sigh* Oh! and then a new page for our vaction pics. Heh, about this time of year every year I get into this kind of mood.
Also covered in summer “goof-off” (goof-off being everything that isn’t writing) reading for research, reading in general, and some writing practice/response-type stuff. *sigh again*
Marie has gotten so hard and I so need to do reserch. I feel, in an effort to get as much done as possible, that I’ve lost my way in writing. Dang it, off the path again! So, I’ve been given the summer to get back to it.
I had a very nice three day weekend, topped off by amazingly deep sleep this morning. The dream I was having I could hardly shake off. It was about a small town in Nebraska (a town that is often in my dreams though it does not exist), several of cast from West Wing, and the ghost of a nun. Very odd dream, very lucid. And very comfortable although I woke up several times after the ghost would show up with that cold fuzzy feeling of a nightmare, but then I would just drop back into it.
Saturday night I was to the point I could have just killed Eric. Gawd I was pissed at him. The earache thing came back and my head was just killing me. And for some reason he seemed to feel it was my obligation to entertain him and when I wouldn’t, he went to bed grumpy. So I eventually went to bed too but couldn’t get to sleep. I really needed massage. I could tell Eric was awake but he wouldn’t aknowledge me. Ug, he was being such dork! Finally he relented and gave me a massage and I finally got to sleep. Granted, the pain in my head was probably making me a little over-sensitive and the night was awfully warm, but still…
The rest of the weekend was great. My DMing went well. And I got to play a bit, always a happy thing. I got my Tombstone pictures back (anyone know a site with good Southwestern graphics?), worked on my Rifts web pages (the frame is too much, gonna have to change it), and I kept the apartment from becoming a total wreak.
Today is going to be the last nice day of a three day cooler spell. *sigh* Then it’s back to 107… Why do I live here on the doorstep of hell?